Oh the Irony...

I consider myself a fairly cautious driver. I try to avoid running into things with my car - there are no dented light poles or shopping carts in my past. (Eight years ago I dented a bumper, but we don't talk about it.) Not even a speeding ticket to blacken my record (not ONE!) I hesitate to post this because A) it is completely humiliating and B) my pride is still quite sore. But here it is: in the last two weeks I have backed into two (yes - TWO!) separate cars. Both in my own driveway. And both belonging to my in-laws. Carol's car just got a little nudge and nothing happened so we shook our heads and breathed a sigh of relief and went to pick up lunch for all of those hard working Benson boys covered in saw dust and insulation in the basement. But then on Thursday... my head was in a total fog and I scraped right up against Richard's beautiful company car. And it was not just a nudge. Poor Richard who has spent many a day off laboring in our basement and who pretends not to notice when I yell at my kids or my house is a complete disaster. (I'm sorry Richard!!) Someday I will laugh about this. (Maybe!) But right now I am hanging my head in shame and recommiting to safer garage exits in the future.